Chuck awoke to the sound of the newborns wailing. He was getting used to this, but he couldn't shrug off the fact that he and Sarah hadn't had a worthwhile sleep in weeks. He sighed, wearily, and got up to fetch the crying pair a bottle of milk each. Chuck trudged silently into the kitchen; afraid he might wake his sleeping wife. Wife. He loved the sound of that. Sarah Walker, now Bartowski, had accepted his proposal! He remembered clumsily opening the small, red box, as he stood on one knee gazing up at Sarah, on the beach.
"Sarah Walker, will you marry me?" he had asked, rather sheepishly. He waited for about 5 whole seconds before hearing her response.
"Yes, Chuck. Yes I will!" replied a breathless, beaming Sarah, before tackling Chuck to the ground and planting a long, passionate kiss on his lips. When the kiss ended, she stared at him and said:
"I love you, Chuck Bartowski."
"I love you more, Sarah Walker." He grinned, as he slid the ring onto her finger.
"I'll be the judge of that," she said, as she lay on top of him and started kissing him all over. He remembered –
A loud wail brought him back to the present again. He smiled and reached inside a nearby drawer and grabbed two small bottles of milk.
"Here we are, girls, one for you, Aimee." He placed the small bottle between Aimee's tiny lips and she started sucking.
"And one for you, too, Ashley." The other bottle was also tipped into her little mouth.
Chuck grinned. He thought: 'This is easy and it isn't something the Intersect 2.0 taught me to do!'
He didn't know it, but he was going to become a natural at this in the upcoming weeks.